A dew sufficed itself

XVII.

ADEW sufficed itself

      And satisfied a leaf,

And felt, 'how vast a destiny!

      How trivial is life!'

The sun went out to work,

      The day went out to play,

But not again that dew was seen

      By physiognomy.

Whether by day abducted,

      Or emptied by the sun

Into the sea, in passing,

      Eternally unknown.